As Wilhelm meanders through the library, he's struck more by the architecture itself than all the rows of books. It's grander than anything he's imagined into existence in his own domain, yet it lacks pomp and pretension. It's just...really cool. Lost in wonder, his anxiety lifts for a moment. The ravens, too, provide a hook for his thoughts to hang themselves on. Something familiar, after his recent visit to Wanda's corner of the Horizon.

"Are those...Wanda's ravens?" he asks in place of a proper greeting when he reaches the desk at which Istredd waits. His eyes are on the birds rather than the man.

It's a softer topic than what he's come here to discuss. Everything in him resists getting to the point of the meeting.